A beautiful city seated on the riverbanks of the Moldau, filled with history, culture and experiences that are only an alleyway or a street corner away. From a slow walk across the Charles Bridge at the break of dawn from sitting in Riegrovy Sady watching the same sun set behind the massive Castle complex and the St: Vitus cathedral to standing on the top of those Castle stairs at midnight on the last day of the year seeing the fireworks spread their explosions above the towers of the golden city.

It is a city of which I have gotten merely a glimpse of all it has to offer as my time here has ended. After closer to 22 months her on the continent I say ”Na shledanou” to an amazing city, an amazing time and quite a few amazing readers that has followed me through the adventure down here.

Your comments has lifted my blogging and made me write more that I originally had thought and written about more things that I had planned. As this is the end and the end has not been beautiful as the blog has suffered from lack of inspiration and adventure and has not ended as good as it maybe should have. No matter what – this is truly the last post.

My time in the golden city has ended and with it the moments worthy of being remembered. Some maybe never saw the light of the internet but no matter they will never be forgotten.

The one on the picture above is from Bakeshop – a really nice café in the Jewish quarter here in Prague although a bit overpriced. A 125 CZK for a carrot cake is equal to about six beers or a dinner at the right place.

Bakeshop themselves call it ”The Worlds best carrot cake” and it was named after their first customer who apparently had not tried that many carrot cakes before this one… Its ok I’d say but not the best in the world, not even the best one in Prague. The most expensive one – yes. On the other hand I can recommend Bakeshop as a nice but pricey place with a good ”mix-your-own-lunch” plate.

Prague, the golden city with a thousand towers and a lot more beer. Say ”beer” and every czech gets carried away to their favourite one or their favourite place for beer drinking or their future dreams and hopes to make their own. This place, this golden city has more bars/pubs/hernas than any other city I have ever seen and the things is that there’s always people in them no matter the hour.

(* A herna is like a pub/bar but with gambling machines which allows it to be open 24 hours).

I have lost count of all the times I have guided lost tourists to the tourist trap/beer house ”U Fleku”. There’s even a beer museum down here that brags with their 30 different kinds of beer on tap. In short: The czechs loves their beer and the beer loves the czechs. This is then somewhat of a problem for me as I do not drink beer.

So how do I wrap up a blogpost about beer when I don’t enjoy it myself? By starting drinking it I hear someone thinking.

As simple as this:

It is pointless for me to give tips about, or recommend or even try to rank the czech beers and all the places that serves it. Therefore I have decided to do something that is more my own piece of cake so to say. During my time here I have tried a few different carrot cakes and I will try to find out which is the best one (I know, the sacrifices I make for you my readers).

An airplane, you know the stress and the pressure. Ticket, Passport, No liquids, screaming kids, keep an eye on your luggage. Queue to the security control, queue to the gate, queue in the airplane. The family with children who specifically asked to sit together that is spread out all over the plane and desperately tries to change seats. Its bags, ints crowded and the last person in the plane is the one sitting at the window. Then there’s the air stewardesses in their pretty uniforms they stand in the middle of the plane and tries for the thousand time to explain the emergency routines and where the emergency exits but all the think behind their fake smiles is (Ha! I’ll get out before you anyway!).

Then its the start, and the landing, and the queuing. The luggage that got lost. The personnel who all of a sudden only speaks the local jidderish. In short: You know it.

With a small reason to just jump this whole thing and to try to get out of a plane in another way we, the brave, seized the moment and decided to go parachuting. You know, leave an airplane when its in the air. The positive sides are that there’s no real queuing and if the jump goes bad you won’t have to pay.

How was it? Throwing yourself from an airplane in full speed at 4000 meters above ground to fall down towards the waiting, and closing, ground? Easy, surprisingly easy. No real challenge and at least we had slick overalls. It was: Out from the mini van, in to the house, meet instructor, put on overall, bathroom break, put on the harness, a quick instruction in how to do it (No panic and lift your legs), towards the plane and here we go. The 15 minutes up in the air, the houses that just got smaller, the clouds that embraced the plane, the opening of a door… A double-czech that the harness is harnessed alright. Uncomfortably close to a unknown czech guy, walking like a duck to the door with same czech guy tightly strapped to your back, lift the legs and then it said ”Swoop!” – there goes the plane, hello clouds (they are not fluffy). 3000 meters, ca. 50 seconds free fall through clouds and rain.

Then out with the parachute, a small break and then the easy, slow falling towards mother earth again. I even heard that my hair looked the same before and after the jump…

The sun is shining over the golden city! While tourists walk the steaming streets between the ever-warming stone fascades of historical Prague us not so touristic people takes adventure by the throat and races for ice-cold water and sandy beach (No, not a last minute trip – just Czech Republic).

Early bird on saturday morning towards long awaited day by river and beach. The less adventurous are sent with bus and the more adventurous we take the four wheels towards the delights of the river drawn by many a horse power. A jump in, first with foot and then with body, to the ice-cold river to be pulled up and to surf on the river waves with both skis and board. No time or want for crashes as the water was below freezing.

Happy with adventure we flee the river of ice to the beach where the less adventurous have stricken camp next to beach bar. We discover a traveling Havana Rum bar with the offer of buy two drinks and get to mix your own Mojito, with them coming all the way from Cuba how can we refuse them? A long day in the sun (and a Mojito or two…) is topped off with early bed as I am strangely tired for someone who has done nothing but nothing all day long.

After a small deal of pressure the blog has awakened from its sleep of Spring and like the Phoenix rising from the flames the blog has awoken to tell of the time that has been and the time that is still to come.

First and foremost the blog wishes to extend its sincere thanks to all its commentators and readers that brings it so much joy and happiness.

What has now happened that you might not have been informed about? What about Europe on four wheels, jump with a small parachute, a concert with living mobile phones and a fantastic visit up to the far north where the sun never sets and the summer night never ends (plus a whole lotta mosquiots).